DOMO ARIGATO, MISTER ROBOTO aka KILROY (spacerobot) wrote,

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In Loving Memory of Honeybunny.</i>

courtesy of
August 23, 1997 - May 16, 2001

May 16, 2001. Did the laundry today. Ignored the prominent signs that distinctly state no plastic or rubber in the machines, and threw my sneakers into the wash. Justified my actions by telling myself, 'aside from the rubber sole it's cloth. everythang will be alright'. But as luck would have it, I've now lost a shoelace. that's my miserable karma. I couldn't find it anywhere in the cursed laundromat. And as trifling a matter this may be, I'm really distraught over my baby's sudden disappearance. Mind you, we're not discussing any ordinary shoe string here. Honeybunny was special. Little precious was the exact same color as my sneaks, a magical brownishbluish hue. And had been aged and worn with time, like a fine wine. Oh, the roads we've walked together. Christ, I've been such a fool. You never know a good thing until it's gone. If I could send a message out to my estranged shoelace, it would be that I love you and baby I want you to come home. I went to Brunching Shuttlecocks and tried to vent on an old device called the alanis lyric generator. As much as I hate morisette or online fill in the blank gizmos. I was shocked to find the song created for me, accurately expressed my sorrow. Here's a tidbit of it.

"Will to Live"

I feel miserable
Washing machines make me ill
I feel miserable
Laundromats tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Strings are dragging me down to the depths of misery.
I want to die.

Is it because of the lost shoelace that I feel this way?
With the black rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of rimbaud, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

Rain rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Broken tvs defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Speedqueens are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die

Honeybunny Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Honeybunny Broke My Will to Live
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Why couldn't I take the shoestrings off before I threw it in the machine?
I've been reckless today in so many ways. I'm living as if tomorrow will never come.

archived shite from my Journal of Loathe. the expurgated diary of a fuck up.
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